Mere Nana Teri Ummat Ne Mujhe Maar Diya
Atif Ali Khan · 2020
This poem is told from the perspective of Mohsin who describes the suffering of his mother Bibi Fatima. He laments the pain she endured and connects it to the tragedies faced by the Ahlul Bayt.
Roz E Mehshar Kisi Mazloom Ki Aati Hai Sada Mein Bhi Mazloom Huñ Mazloom Meri Maa Bhi Hai Yun Sitam Dhaye Musalmaano Ne Humpay Abtak Mein Bhi Zakhmi Huñ Aur Amma Bhi Meri Zakhmi Hai
I am oppressed, and my mother is oppressed too. In this way, the Muslims have inflicted cruelty upon us until now. I am wounded, and my mother is wounded as well. Weeping, Mohsin made this plea to the Prophet: On the Day of Judgment, the cry of an oppressed soul echoes,
Roke Mohsin Ne Yeh Fariyaad Payambar Se Kiya Mere Nana Teri Ummat Ne Mujhe Maar Diya
On the Day of Judgment, the cry of an oppressed soul echoes, My Grandfather, your nation has killed me.
Dar Gira Pehlu Shikasta Meri Amma Ka Huwa
The door fell, and my mother's side was broken.
Jis Ghadi Pehlu Pe Amma Ke Tha Darwaza Gira Misl Asghar Ke Mere Seene Mein Dum Atka Tha Jis Tarha Teer Gale Mein Ali Asghar Ke Laga Taziyano Se Laeeno Ne Mujhe Zakhmi Kiya Amma Roti Rahi Phir Bhi Na Sitamgar Thehra
The moment the door fell upon my mother's side, My breath caught in my chest, just like Asghar's. Just as the arrow struck Ali Asghar's throat, The wretched ones wounded me with whips. My mother kept weeping, yet the tyrant did not stop.
Aag Darwaze Pe Joh Laye Madine Wale Jhuriya Padh Gayi Chehre Pe Meri Amma Ke Rassiyan Bandhke Baba Ko Laeen Khenchte The Haath Pehlu Pe Rakhe Mujhko Bachane Ke Liye Pis Gayi Hai Dar O Deewar Ke Andar Zahra S.a.
When the people of Medina brought fire to the door, Wrinkles appeared on my mother's face. The wretched ones dragged my Father, binding Him with ropes. She kept her hand on her side to protect me, Zahra (s.a.) was crushed between the door and the wall.
Jisko Kehte Rahe Tum Umme Abiha Nana Aapke Baad Usi Par Hai Yeh Mehshar Tuta Kaan Se Jaise Sakina S.a. Ke Lahu Tapka Tha Baaliyañ Kaano Se Amma Ke Gire Khoon Baha Taab Na Layi Giri Khaak Pe Amma Dukhiya
The one you used to call 'Mother of her Father', Grandfather, After you, this catastrophe broke upon her. Just as blood dripped from Sakina's (s.a.) ear, Earrings fell from my mother's ears, and blood flowed. Unable to bear it, my sorrowful mother fell to the dust.
Dil Yeh Kehta Hai Mera Kehte Yeh Honge Asghar Cheh Mahine Mile Aagosh Mujhe Maa Ki Magar Aapko Chain Mayasar Na Huwa Apne Ghar Aur Hasil Huwi Kab Chain Se Aaghosh E Pidar Aapke Saath Chacha Mein Bhi Karunga Noha
My heart says that Asghar must be saying this: 'I only received my mother's embrace for six months, But you found no peace in your own home, And when did you ever find peace in your father's embrace? Uncle, I too will mourn alongside you.'
Phirse Mehshar Mein Huwa Aur Bhi Mehshar Barpa Baal Bikhray Huwe Jis Ghadi Zahra S.a. Ne Kaha Zeher Shabbar Ko Diya Sheh Ka Kata Sukha Gala Jurm Kya Mene Kiya Tu Hi Bata Mere Khuda Dil Tadap Jata Hai Jab Kehta Hai Mohsin Mera
Once again, a greater Day of Judgment unfolded in the afterlife, The moment Zahra spoke with disheveled hair: 'Poison was given to Shabbar, the King's dry throat was severed. What was my crime? You tell me, my God.' My heart trembles when my Mohsin says this.
Sare Mehshar Yeh Fizao Mein Sada Gunji “Haya” Juhi Khaaliq Ki Adalat Mein Yeh Mohsin Ne Kaha Bhai Hasnain Ka Deedar Bhi Mein Kar Na Saka Aur Kafan Bhi Meri Mayyat Ko Mayassar Na Huwa Turbat E Fatima Zahra S.a. Hi Hai Madfan Mera
Across the gathering of Judgment, this cry echoed in the atmosphere, 'Haya!', As soon as Mohsin said this in the Creator's court: 'I could not even behold the sight of my brother Hasnain, And a shroud was not available for my funeral, My burial place is none other than the grave of Fatima Zahra (s.a.).'
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